There’s not a lot
of me left, but the remnants
are held together with loving you.

And I don’t think I
will ever be whole again,
without the piercing blue
of your eyes, or the morphine bliss
of your mouth. Devour me.
But you won’t
and you can’t
so we don’t

And i’ll never be whole,
again.

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